The day slipped quietly away
no bells or whistles
just silently
unnoticed until everything turned indigo
and the night began to glow
with the fluttering of fireflies and cat’s eyes.
I wondered for a moment was this daytime just in disguise
but then the stars began to twinkle blinking open the entryway to the galaxy
of dreams and schemes and things
unknown and unthought of until now
and somehow still just out of grasp
time lapse
or stands still
who cares
when you’re on the hill
the verge of everything and nothing
all at the same time
and you find
it’s all changed and rearranged
yet the same
you
the same
me
the same how we came to be
and see
and feel
and do
a few
things more
or maybe one too many
it’s uncanny
how that usually seems to happen.
Well, there you have it, today’s free verse hippie poetry and I have no idea where it came from or what it means but I can dig it and I hope you can as well. And I hope you can drop by again tomorrow!
Much Peace Love Art~
thebarefoothome 